"REALITY FILE CORRUPTED," it read. "ATTEMPTING RECOVERY."
"What does that mean?" asked Karyn.
"I don't know," said Jon, but he had a sinking feeling.
More text began to scroll across the screen:
ATTEMPTING TO RECREATE REALITY FROM STORED DATA.
EXPERIENCE HAS MADE ME RICH.
KEEP ME WARM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
SHE'S SO SEXY, EVERY MAN'S FANTASY.
Karyn frowned. "These are little bits from the lyrics of the songs on this thing."
I'LL SHARE YOUR LOAD.
WANT IT THAT WAY.
"The video output must have gotten scrambled or something," suggested Jon.
MAKE A WISH, TAKE A CHANCE, MAKE A CHANGE.
I CAN MAKE YOUR WISH COME TRUE.
IT IS THE POWER.
THERE'S A MILLION OF US JUST LIKE ME WHO CUSS LIKE ME WHO JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK LIKE ME WHO DRESS LIKE ME WALK TALK AND ACT LIKE ME.
The screen cleared, and then more text appeared: "REALITY RE-CREATION COMPLETE. RESTORING REALITY."
It was hard to describe, but there was kind of a "shimmer" radiating outward from the karaoke machine, and the most obvious thing it left behind was a transformed Karyn.
